#BRO LEAVE ME ALONE

[midnightmah07]

What do you mean duo magic with Sebek.

[firealpha2004]

Me trying to scroll through the Wreck It Ralph tag and seeing a p0rn post for the 420 Godzillionth time

[yumeyleo]

mf weird as fuck, like, “i have a serious question. .. do you have. feelings?” and like i didnt feel like responding so i just repeated soemthing a character said ina certain game

[yellowymellon]

The most unhinged mhyk thing I've done unconsciously is that I dreamt of Figaro Abt 12 times

The most unhinged mhyk thing I've done consciously is keeping them in my notes 💀

[ohayopoko]

I ain’t chronically online Yeah I’ll hit your mans up 🤷‍♂️ get pistol whipped for some petty shit because you run around actin like you tough but you not boy. I run my city and I’m not stopping shit you can catch me if you can, I’m not fucking a fan stop lyin. I got options you got gangster shit except sliding. I’m posted in the hood but you won’t pull up because you’re a pussy. i get to piping with your gf she got a tight end 🤣🤷‍♂️ I send her back like a refund. I got a 40 on me rn I ain’t never scared we can get active and I’ll bust down. This a brick town I can bring a pitbull. I ain’t the one who started this shit I’ll lift an ass up. None of us getting touched and I’ll come vibe with some girls but one of them getting fucked. You too lazy Idk who raised you, women yell ooh baby when I walk down the street I’ll make you look so fucking stupid I’m a felon. I just want the top then she’s through you can have her back goofy

[justpinmeagainstawall]

men who always talk to me about how horny they are: are you okay? do u need your mommy?

[aroace-poly-show]

wtf man

[colesterstrudel]

You answer a man’s friend request on fb and three seconds later he’s in your messages…….mf get a hobby

[chthonickore]

This one guy constantly emailing me about his payslip even though I have nothing to do with it

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

.....possessive wonwoo? 👀

it has been confirmed by a fucking doctor

[skipper19]

This fever I have is so high right now. I feel dizzy and very cold.

[scatterbrainedbot]

cass, a professional: order of badass donbot, extra dramatic entrance!

me, nodding, banned from most kitchens: leo drama and angst, heard chef!

(shoutout to @somerandomdudelmao for yet again making feel emotions i cannot fully explain)

[doomsdaybby]

Steve had a habit of being close. The type of close where he could sit snugly beneath your ribs, enveloped by the cushioned weight of your lungs, nestled safely against your heart, and it still wouldn’t be enough.

Be it a hand in the back pocket of your jeans, the cradle of a thumb in your belt loops, or a the secure press of a palm to the small of your back, he was always there.

Steve also had a habit of trying to get closer in bed, at your most intimate, if ever possible. As if his end goal was to tie your souls into an unbreakable knot, melding into one being.

Like right now, you straddle his naked hips as his shoulders slouch forward from the headboard he leans against for support. His heated face presses to the soft juncture of your neck, and open mouthed kisses pepper your collarbone.

Your fingers meld to the roots of his hair at the nape of his neck, barely tugging, enough to make him shudder and press his lips to you that tiny bit harder.

The desolate Harrington house comes alive with the sounds of your mingled gentle panting, Steve’s bedroom an all encompassing warmth comfortable enough for a pretty mid-June night.

“You feel so good,” he mumbles into your skin, breathy moans fanning that major artery in your neck. A dreamy sigh escapes your parted lips, right at the shell of Steve’s ear, exactly where he liked them. He always wants to hear every intricate sound that unravels when you’re lost in euphoria, sounds caused by him, the delicate stitching of your very being fraying beneath his fingertips.

Steve wraps both hands around your back, taking his time to skate his fingers over the supple rolls of your flesh. One hand settles to grasp at the fat of your hip, whilst the other smooths delicately up and down your spine. A grounding, tender sort of action that had goose flesh rising beneath his touch.

“Steve,” you whisper in his ear. He was on fire, and you burned twice as hot. A pathetic sort of noise falls from his lips, absorbing into your pulsing skin. He grips you tighter, pulling you impossibly closer, nails creating crescent moons at your hip.

Steve rolls his hips beneath you, grunting as he goes, the position you’re in permitting only the smallest of movements, though his twitching cock manages to bury itself deeper and deeper still.

He shifts up whilst you grind down, glossy eyes rolling back amongst the sheer pleasure of feeling him everywhere. Steve slides his fingers from your back to trace the cage of your ribs, the feathery pressure causes you to giggle into his hairline, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. He smiles against you, turning his face to rest his cheek to your chest to hear the thump thump thump of your heart.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs, nosing just under your chin. Sure, being roughed up was nice every once in a while. But sex with Steve was exactly like what you would read in romance books; delicate, passionate, engulfing. He could be meaner if you asked him to, but to be completely lost in each other this way was an entire world apart.

You were living out your very own romantic fairytale, and you never wanted it to end.

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just a little something something because I miss my steve 😩

[tea-cat-arts]

Shen Yuan getting transported into pidw isn't "the system punishing him for being a lazy internet hater," but instead representative of "step 1 of the creative process: getting so mad at something you decide to go write your own fucking book" in this essay I will

[fridayyy-13th]

i swear sometimes i think people forget that Jon's s1 skeptic act was just that—an act. it was an act!!! he believes the statements!! he's believed them since episode one! do we so soon forget that he denied the statements were real because he knew the Eye something wanted him to be scared, and he knew that was bad, so he decided to act like the statements just didn't scare him? remember, he was working with extremely limited information ("when i record the tape statements, i feel watched, like something knows i'm afraid, and i don't want it to know that"), and came up with a genuinely solid solution with what he had! not his fault that the thing watching him was a literal unknowable eldritch entity that feeds on fear, and he was just some underqualified archivist.

[dabislittlemouse]

I find it so funny that Touya went like “fine, if dad won’t train me, then youtube will!”

*proceeds to steal a laptop*